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that I'm single.

Can you believe it?

How old are you?

Twenty-three. I know

I'm a little young for you.

What if I get my hands

on an aging potion?

I'll sacrifice

a couple of years for you.

I'm 234.

Oh, damn.

I didn't mean

that much of a change.

Hurry.

Ridley, look--Beholders.

Relax, Snails.

We'll just sneak around 'em.

Now what?

A little distraction.

All right, Snails, stay close.

All clear.

OK. I'll get Marina.

You get the map.

OK. Hey, wait, Ridley.

How you get the girl

and I get a map?

We got to work out

some new plans.

Go.

Be careful.

All right.

You, too.

Let's go in.

We were not meant

to enter this place.

This task

they must complete alone.

I'm Damodar.

A little black magic.

All right, Damodar.

Nice.

Piece of cake.

I knew this was too easy.

Need a hand?

It's OK.

Let's get you out of here.

Come on.

Just like you Thieves.

Always taking things

that don't belong to you.

All right. Now...

I'm mad.

You want to play, do you?

Yeah. Let's play.

OK, you win. Game over.

There they are!

So much for getting

out of here without a fight.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Hit him ! Hit him !

Let's go!

Come on.

You cannot be serious.

I've never been so serious.

Oh, please.

If you'll give me

the Dragon's Eye...

I might decide...

to let you die quickly.

Go to hell!

Not your usual punctual self.

Where's my Dragon's Eye?

I have it.

Really?

Show it to me.

Let him go first,

and it's yours.

Snails, don't!

Make it easy on yourself.

Give me what is mine.

Never!

You're as stubborn

as your friend.

Very well.

You've made your choice.

Come on, Ridley!

Transporting!

Come on, Ridley!

Come on!

The Council has voted.

You must oblige us.

You understand the consequences

of your decision--

Do not patronize me, Azmath...

for I understand all too well.

Yes, I violate the law

in defying the Council...

but if I were

to give you this Scepter...

my crime would be graver yet...

for I would be

defying my conscience...

and our people.

Have you all forgotten?

This Council was created to

protect the people of Izmer...

but ask yourselves...

Is this what you are doing?

I say not.

Your concern

is only for yourselves...

not the people.

And Your Majesty

is forcing the Empire...

to the verge of civil war...

in the best interests

of the people?

The man who convinced you

to take the Scepter from me...

so that he would leave

the state defenseless.

Be careful, my friends...

for once he's done with me,

this Council may be next.

War benefits no one, Profion...

and I oppose it.

But if it is necessary to obtain

the freedom of our people...

then no cost could be too great

to achieve that goal.

Do you hear her words?

She violates our highest law!

And then seeks to force us

into submission...

with a threat of war.

Each citizen of Izmer,

whether a Commoner or a Mage...

deserves an equal right

for prosperity...

and as Empress...

this is how I decree

Izmer shall be run...

from this day forward.

Such pretty words.

My friends, I warned you...

that this headstrong child...

will defy you and destroy you.

Her youth

denies her the wisdom...

to understand why

some things cannot change...

but idealism is for children...

and a child is not fit

to govern an Empire.

I ask you one last time!

Will you submit

to the ruling of this Council...

and relinquish your Scepter?

I was praying...

that you would

find the wisdom...

to see that the path

I propose for Izmer...

is the right one.

I do not wish to fight you...

but I will not

leave the Empire...

at the mercy

of an unscrupulous charlatan!

So decide as you must,

but know one thing--

I am not afraid.

A wonderful performance.

My friends, ask yourselves...

are we prepared to see

our Empire...

destroyed by a child?

Then is now not the time

we should act?

Then down with the tyrants...

and let the war begin!

What is he doing?

Isn't he going to use

any spells?

Wait.

How did you do that?

The Elven people do not require

spells to work with magic.

You use magic.

We are part of it.

Part of magic?

As are all living creatures,

including Dragons.

Sadly, Humans see only

their destructive powers.

I had a dream. I saw--

You saw a Dragon being born.

It was amazing.

Life was exploding all around.

So it should.

You see, when Dragons are born,

they bring new magic with them.

Magic is the life force

of our world.

It keeps nature

and everything around us...

in balance.

And if many Dragons should die?

Life would wither as it must...

and the balance

would be destroyed.

The Rod.

You and your countrymen...

are very close

to irreparably destroying...

the fabric of magic

with this Rod you seek.

The Rod is man-made...

unnatural.

It must not be disturbed.

You must rest.

I'm sorry about Snails.

I'm sure you are.

He died for a good cause.

A good cause?

What cause is that?

The Empress against Profion?

Politics.

I'm through with all that.

I'm not going to die

over some power struggle...

between a couple

of greedy Mages.

No, you're wrong.

No, you're wrong! Mage!

You never had to live

on the other side.

You know what?

Snails was right.

There is nothing we can do

to change it...

and if I had listened to him,

he would still be alive.

Just because some Mages are evil

does not mean they all are.

I'm not!

Let me let you in

on a little secret.

The Empress that Snails died for

stands to lose everything...

because she is fighting

to change things.

As if she has anything

to worry about.

You are so naive.

She risks everything...

because she does not believe

the system is fair.

Profion seeks to dethrone her

because she believes...

that Mages and Commoners

should be treated as equals.

She is fighting to change

what you hate so much!

That, Ridley,

is what Snails died for.

When Vildan told me what was

happening with the Empress...

I wanted to do

all I could to help her.

But even then,

I did not understand...

why she would want Commoners

to be equal with us.

But now...

after being with you

for only a few days...

and seeing how you always manage

to find your way...

I understand why the Empress

is right.

Please, Ridley.

Help me show them

we are not like they are.

You know, for a Mage...

you're pretty smart.

It will protect you.

Thank you.

All right. This is it.

This is the entrance

to the dungeon.

What happened?

What is it?

It's a wall force of some kind.

I've never seen

this kind of magic.

Only you were meant to pass.

I guess I go alone, then.

Be careful.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Great.

Now what?

Sorry, Snails.

Finally,

a Mage who got what he deserved.

Why do you disturb

the Rod of Savrille?

To save the Empire of Izmer.

Who...

What are you?

I am Savrille,

creator of the Rod...

cursed with the crime of trying

to control the Red Dragons...

and sentenced

to this purgatory...

until someone worthy

of its power takes it.

You are such a man?

I don't know

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